5 Come, kingdom of our God! And raise thy glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, Where God shall bless his own. 304. 10s. M. Ashworth. The Kingdom of Christ. 1 Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man! Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll: Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, And make one brotherhood from pole to pole. 2 On, piercing Gospel, on! of every heart, In every latitude, thou own'st the key: From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start, With all their treasures first unlocked by thee! 3 Tread, kingly Gospel, through the nations tread! With all the civil virtues in thy train: Be all to thy blest freedom captive led; And Christ, the true emancipator, reign! 4 Spread, giant Gospel, spread thy growing wings! Gather thy scattered ones from every land: Call home the wanderers to the King of kings; Proclaim them all thine own;--'t is Christ's command! 305. 7s. M. Montgomery. Christ's Triumph. 1 Hark! the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore;-- Hallelujah to the Lord! God omnipotent shall reign; Hallelujah! let the word Echo round the earth and main. 2 Hallelujah!--hark! the sound, Heard through earth, and through the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies: See Jehovah's banner furled, Sheathed his sword; he speaks,--'t is done! And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son. 306. 7s. M. C. Wesley. The Progress of the Gospel. 1 See how great a flame aspires, Kindled by a spark of grace! Jesus' love the nations fires, Sets the kingdoms on a blaze. To bring fire on earth he came: Kindled in some hearts it is: O that all might catch the flame, All partake the glorious bliss! 2 When he first the work begun, Small and feeble was his day: Now the word doth swiftly run, Now it wins its widening way: More and more it spreads and grows, Ever mighty to prevail; Sin's strong-holds it now o'erthrows, Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 3 Saw ye not the cloud arise, Little as a human hand? Now it spreads along the skies, Hangs o'er all the thirsty land! Lo! the promise of a shower Drops already from above! Haste, O Lord, and quickly pour All the spirit of thy love. 307. 7s. & 5s. M. A. C. Thomas. The Reconciliation. 1 Thou, whose wide extended sway Suns and systems e'er obey! Thou, our Guardian and our Stay, Evermore adored: In prospective, Lord, we see Jew and Gentile, bond and free, Reconciled in Christ to thee, Holy, holy Lord.